Chapter 21: Rewritten History
With Lordaeron around, Onyxia didn't worry that Arthas would run away. She was also a magician in human form, and the Black Dragon's attributes gave her a strong control over fire, so it wasn't nonsense to let her be a magician.
In the southern waters of the Hillsbrad Foothills, the Kul Tiras fleet was waiting for the Horde fleet. After the Horde occupied the southern lands, they failed to attack the fortress region near Ironforge City and due to the strong resistance, they only sent the Bleeding Hollow Clan to monitor, and most of them took ships to Lordaeron. Only by killing the human Alliance can the orcs take root in this land.
The terrain of the Eastern Kingdoms Continent is clearly divided into two parts, the upper and lower parts, connected by the Thandol Span in the middle. As long as the Alliance sends troops to guard this almost impenetrable road, the orcs will suffer heavily. If they want to cross the bridge that is nearly $100$ meters long, they cannot use heavy weapons. Once the bridge is destroyed, the orcs will lose their direct way to attack.
Before the bridge, the orcs had to cross a large swamp called the Wetlands, a place where even adventurers were reluctant to approach. If they were not careful, they would be swallowed by the quagmire inside and die without knowing how. Add to that the temperature and poisonous insects, and if the Alliance soldiers were to ambush here, the orcs would definitely suffer heavy casualties.
In this case, attacking by boat was the best choice. The orc chieftain Orgrim Doomhammer made friends with the Forest Trolls, and in exchange for rescuing their leader from prison, the Trolls joined the Horde and brought some ship-building technology. Together with the greediest Goblin merchants in Azeroth, a fleet that could sail was quickly formed. There were basically no artillery on it, only large crossbows, and it was not qualified for naval warfare at all. These were enough for Orgrim, and he just needed some troop transports.
As the flag of the Horde appeared on the sea, Admiral Daelin Proudmoore, who had been waiting for a long time, also picked up the shining long sword and waved it in the air, "Pass the order down, fight against the orc fleet. Pull them in and sink them all into the sea!"
Thirty warships lined up in a row, facing the beast ships coming with the wind. When they entered the range, the artillery ignited the rifling, and the black powder explosion pushed the shells out fiercely. Fifteen cannons fired at the same time, thirty warships—the roar of four hundred and fifty cannons even stopped the waves of the ocean.
Boom! Shells landed near the beast warship, and more than $350$ of the $400$ shells hit it. One shot penetrated the deck of the beast warship, and even the flag was broken. The morale dropped immediately. "Raise the shield, speed up, and ram it!"
The orc captain was still roaring orders when the Alliance Navy's second round of volleys began.
Orgrim was also on the battleship. He looked at the troop transports that were constantly being sunk with an extremely ugly expression on his face. "Let the red dragons behind come out and destroy those fleets!"
"As you wish, Chieftain."
The one who spoke was an orc from the Dragonmaw Clan. They used the Demon Soul artifact to defeat the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza who came to investigate, imprisoned her in a castle, and enslaved her to send red dragons to help in the battle.
The three adult red dragons in the back took off reluctantly. Although they were unwilling to obey the orc's orders, the life of the Red Dragon Queen was in the hands of the orc, so they had to obey. Moreover, in their eyes, humans were nothing more than ants, so it was no big deal to kill them. Between the Queen and humans, the lives of their own kind were obviously more important.
As soon as the red dragon contingent took off, the Alliance Navy received the message, "Report to the Admiral, a red dragon has taken off."
Daelin saw three adult dragons through the telescope. This kind of dragon is basically a nuclear weapon for humans. It takes hundreds of mages and careful arrangements to kill them, and the result is heavy casualties. So he immediately gave the order, "Retreat, drop the mines!"
With Arthas's reminder, Daelin didn't want to fight anymore. As a veteran, he knew too well the destructive power of the dragon, and he didn't even think about fighting and just retreated. This was also because of Arthas's identity. Otherwise, if someone else had said it, he would probably have sneered. If he really got caught, he would have to make trouble for the other party. If he could accurately predict without an identity, it would be a slap in the face, and there would be no good consequences!
The Kul Tiras navy did not even fight the dragons, but retreated directly. The three dragons were stunned for a moment. Since they did not have to fight, they were happy to chase after them, as long as they could drive the humans away. Although they were not afraid of making enemies, they did not make enemies for the sake of their enemies. That was an unnecessary move.
Orgrim didn't even react. This is the Alliance's army? Just like that? They just fired a few shots and left? They treated him like a weakling? They come and go as they please?
"Chase them and kill them!"
"Orcs will never be slaves!"
The orcs who drank the demon blood roared in anger. The blood stimulated their violent personalities and they all chased after it like male dogs in heat.
After a while, there was a huge explosion. Boom! A troop transport seemed to have hit something, and a big hole was blown in the cabin. Seawater poured into the cabin, causing the weight to increase continuously, and the result was that the whole ship slowly sank into the sea.
The fear of waiting for death was so great that even the most violent orcs could not help but feel terrified. They screamed and called for their companions to save them. They could die on the battlefield, but they absolutely could not accept such a humiliating death.
There are even carnivorous marine creatures wandering around in the sea, and even the Murloc come to share a piece of the pie. They will bite down on any orc that fall into the water. In the eyes of the Murloc, except for their own kind, basically all other orcs are edible "food"!
"What's going on!"
Orgrim roared angrily, he felt that he had fallen into a trap!
"Mine! There are mines in the water!"
Lieutenant Eitrigg reported the situation.
Orgrim suddenly thought of the Dwarves he had met before, who had buried a large number of mines in the snow, causing the orcs to be blown away when they attacked Ironforge!
"Damn Dwarf!"
Obviously, he put the blame on the Dwarf. If the master craftsman Mekkatorque knew, he would be furious. Is this a case of sitting at home and letting the pot come from the sky? But even if he knew, he would not care. After all, they are all enemies. It is a very pleasant thing to make the enemy suffer!